The Knife Machine.

The blue eyed andriod

I woke up in another room, this one was bigger; the walls were greyer and more slanted than the last small, enclosed space I had been trapped in before but still claustrophobic compared to how big the space was above the dome. The homely hand on my muzzle was gone, it was cold, it had been gone for a while. The room I was was completely silent until I heard the only familiar noise I knew. Rattling of the wires that had been draping from the vertical pipe of the dome, the whirring noise that had been so loud when I first woke up. I must of been in one of those larger chambers that I had seen while standing the elevator. The thick walls of the chamber made it much more quiet than the outside of the dome. And then, I realised something.

If I had been dragged out of the room by whatever that green eyed robot had been, then why was I back in the domed chamber? Where had it taken me and what happened? A startling pain shot up my legs and down my back as tried to get up and I fell flat back on the ground, at this point I noticed that my fur was soaking wet: bits of it stuck up in damp clumps, up brushed by my movement and the red spirals that once trickled down my back were reduced a few red smears scattered across my back and leaking like dye into my hazel underbelly. They looked like strange leopard print spots now. Soon enough, there was another buzz from the electronic spiderweb outside, this on went on for longer and it sounded much closer. It went on before it was stopped by a loud clank. The noise that I figured was another cubed elevator passing into the wall nearby above me. Another brief silence pursued. That was before another one came down, but this time, there was no noise that would suggest that the elevator had gone into the wall, no, this time there was a clatter of what sounded like the contents of the elevator being hit against its sides followed by the exact screech that I had heard. Was somebody else coming down? There was a Feeble woosh of air and the sound of two metals crashing together like symbols. There was a collection of other noises that came after this, noises that I hadn't heard or maybe just hadn't noticed in the spur of the moment as the elevator door opened.

Pop! There was the noise of the door to the other elevator opening. At this point, I was sitting darkness only able to guess what was going outside of the chamber I was in but I did know one thing. whatever was being contained in that inclosed space was not happy.

The first noise I heard was the sound of bare metal scraping along the hard floor like forks on plates. A horrible ear scraping shriek that was somewhat louder than the noise of the elevator wires. Loud, hard footsteps followed, coming closer and closer to the chamber in which I was in. They stopped just about in front of the door and silence fell for only a few seconds. Knock knock. The brittle sound of metal claw against the door to my chamber. I stayed completely silent and waited. At the time, I didn't know quite what but I did not have to wait much longer...

"Hello?" It said, cold, simple but friendly in an odd way " i-is anybody in there?"

It was a male voice, although I could hardly tell at the time. Though I could describe it as cold, it wasn't angry or scary, it just simply seemed to blown cold air at you in an indescribable way. I had never said a word in my life at that point in time but yet, I knew every word, how to say and spell them and what they were. It was like a memory, a memory that I somehow, didn't remember.

"Err.. AAH!" The very sound of my own voice scared me, it seemed so loud and.. different to all other noises that I'd heard so far.

"It's weird isn't it. I got used to it" responded the icy voice, calmly "you don't happen to have any information on what is going in do you?"

"No, I'm sorry but I don't"

"Well I guess we're in the same boat then"

Before he had a chance to continue, there was the same hiss as the doors to the domed room opened. There were the same footsteps, obviously limping as the noise of loose metal clattering against the floor grew closer to the door that I had been leaning against so that I was able to hear the other voice properly. It stopped and a dead silence fell around the room like a light being turned off. I could practically feel them staring at each other. The clatter of claws moving broke the silence, echoing around the chamber. Then the limping footsteps continued, heading in the direction of the noise. This was followed by screech of dog-like claws against the smooth floor. Which was continued a horrific scream of metal.